One day I finished praying and just wrote this down .Enjoy :)

Sometimes when the day turns to night,
You lack candles to create  sufficient  light,
As the clock ticks away the candles run out,
Out of nowhere a lamp sprouts,
When almost in reach it vanishes out of sight,
Your despair reaches an unexplored height,
You hear a voice announcing dawn and a day of lights.

The End

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